I think the main thing that really upset me about being gay was that in my life, since there was never another gay person to see around my mild Christian Republican-voting parents and Christian school friends, I didn't feel like I had anyone that I could breathe freely around once I knew I was gay. When they've never said they don't mind or that it's okay with them, and instead have made comments suggesting the opposite, everyone around then has potential to grow distant or upset over knowing. Having to worry that every person around me realistically may consider me unwelcome was awful. I think it may be the one thing I get angry about. That no one made sure I wouldn't be feeling so unsure of having just anyone, without me having any control over that feeling of risk.
I'm glad to say they all surprised me and haven't gone anywhere. But I think at the very least if there's one thing I would want a kid in my life to have, whether mine or a nephew or otherwise, it would be someone's acceptance to rely on and I would make sure to tell them they have mine. Tired, sad, scared, sorry, angry, right, wrong, wandering, or lost, you're still mine.